the world looked so perfect that I wanted to open wide my mouth
and eat it whole.
--To feel its texture on my tongue, to taste the trees flavored
with the berry sunset, that deep red wine...
and cinnamon of the upturned dust of that distant gravel road.
Up here on this high, hill-topped porch,
I can see to the end of the earth!
And- should I descend to lay on my back-
all our galaxy above.
From end to end, the sky is mine...
and I get a glimpse of heaven
through all those tiny, glistening holes.
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